Early Sunday afternoon--1 p.m. because I didn't get out of bed until noon. Then, bed-making, shower, laundry, scrub the kitchen sink. My machines are in the garage, so when I put the clothes in, I opened the garage door to the glorious day that is March 17, 2013 in San Diego. I don't know what more one could ask of its weather. Unless you didn't like blue skies, sun and a mild breeze.
I gave thanks to Apple for making a laptop thats battery holds a charge and headed out the driveway--it gets the best sun on a day like this and I am not too proud to sit on my driveway to get my Vitamin D therapy.
I am alone out here, save one man working in his yard.
Back in the day . . .
I'll be honest. Back in the day this place was the place to be for the 12 and under crowd--for years on end.
I ran into a woman at a party last night and she recognized me an hour into the party-her son was in Soo Bakh Do with Danger Boy and after we got to know each other, we started carpooling. She was in her first year of a career change to school psychologist (she and my teacher friend just started working together) and the boys' karate day was a minimum school day, so often I just picked her son up from the after-school care to hang out at our house for the afternoon. Some of the time they hung out at our house after class as well.
My old and once-again friend, Kathleen, said "He loved to be in your neighborhood and when I came to get him, he could be in any one of four houses with ten other kids. I could barely drag him away"
This cul-de-sac had bike and skateboarding ramps, a basketball hoop, everything for street roller-hockey, we had a huge fort in the backyard and the neighbors had a pool and trampoline. Throw in the houses with the endless supplies of otter pops, a 1/4 mile walk to a swim club for the older kids and a 7-11 about an 1/8 of a mile away and it was the picture and ideal of suburbia.
It was ideal for us parents as well. There was always someone to call on to help you out for anything you might need, from a cup of sugar to a ride to the hospital.
There are kids in the cul-de-sac now--not quite as many, but close. The kids aren't out like our kids were--for a variety of reasons. The parents are friendly with each other, but not friends as we were and still are with the neighbors that are still here--and not too many people have moved away.
So this Sunday it's just me and someone planting shrubs.
It's my hope that someday we will watch our grandkids play with the children of my kids' childhood playmates. Wouldn't that be cool?